Children at Play
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A short little thing I wrote based on a prompt. Every day at 12:00 the signs go up. If you're not a child, you can't play, or you'll be dead.
It's pretty bad I wrote it a really long time ago.
Picture is by Collin Armstrong, from http://thestocks.im/
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